SSS Awakening: All My Clones Have Divine Bloodlines! Chapter 83: A Single Strike

A few minutes before the explosion.

The mountain range west of Lirath was one of those places the world seed to have forgotten on purpose.

No paths. No settlents. Nothing that invited anyone to co closer.

The beasts that would normally have dominated those territories, B and A-rank predators, creatures accustod to treating anything that entered their space as potential prey, kept to the edges. Distant. Silent.

Not because they wanted to. Because their instincts told them that doing otherwise would cost them dearly.

Their instincts sensed it,

Vibrations. Subtle, almost imperceptible to anyone whose senses weren’t sharp enough to catch them, but constant, steady, like the slow heartbeat of sothing enormous breathing in the depths of that mountain range. They didn’t co from the earth. They ca from the air itself, pulsing in the invisible with a regularity that had everything of conscious life and nothing of natural phenonon.

The beasts at the edges didn’t co closer.

They didn’t co closer even when a bird, carried by a gust of wind, drifted too near the center of those vibrations by mistake and dropped from the sky like a stone, not dead, simply switched off, as though sothing had pressed a button inside it.

Deeper between the mountains, hidden by the natural shape of the terrain as though the geography itself had decided to keep it secret, there was a lake.

Large. Still. Surrounded on three sides by sheer walls of dark rock that rose vertically for dozens of ters before giving way to snow-capped peaks, creating a breathtaking scene. The water reflected the sky with an almost unsettling precision, every cloud doubled in the motionless surface, every shadow cast by the rock walls exact in its reflection.

But no one had ti to admire this paradise.

Because beneath that motionless surface, where the light from the sky gave out and the water turned dark and opaque, sothing pulsed.

A cocoon.

At least four ters in diater, suspended at mid-depth as though the water around it had simply decided to hold it there, neither at the surface nor at the bottom. Its surface was translucid, a dense warm yellow that blended at irregular points with a dark violet, almost black, the two tones competing for space without ever resolving into one. Through that semi-transparent surface, at intervals, pulsations were visible, waves of energy moving outward from within, slow and constant.

And at the center of the cocoon, curled in a fetal position, was a figure.

Female. That was all that could be said with certainty. The outlines were clear enough to suggest a shape, proportions, sothing that had every appearance of being human, but the details dissolved into the dense light saturating the interior, like looking through frosted glass toward a light source.

High above, far over the surface of the lake, suspended in the air with the sa naturalness as an object resting undisturbed on a shelf, there was a woman.

Suspended there, motionless, almost imperceptible unless one was actively looking.

Her figure was straight, arms crossed, pale hair stirred just slightly by a current of air that seed to exist only for her.

Beautiful was an insufficient word. Divine was closer, the kind that would have started wars anywhere she chose to appear in public. Her eyes were an intense sky blue, but with streaks of violet running through them like fractures in crystal, and in that mont they were fixed on the cocoon below her with the concentration of soone who has been watching sothing for a very, very long ti.

How long she had been watching was impossible to say.

She herself had likely stopped keeping count.

Then she felt sothing.

A fluctuation. Subtle, distant, but familiar in a way that required no analysis, the kind of familiarity that goes straight to the reflexes without passing through conscious thought. Her gaze shifted and settled in that direction.

Toward the horizon there was nothing visible, only the orange sky of the evening that was becoming night.

But her vision didn’t work like that of others. It cut through distance like a needle through thin fabric, ignoring every physical obstacle, and what it found at that distance made her click her tongue.

A small sound. Almost bored.

"They never learn," she said, her voice carried away by the wind before it could reach anyone. The tone was that of soone more irritated than anything else, soone who simply wanted to be rid of the inconvenience being presented to them.

The human kings. With their conflicts, their battles that moved the earth and painted the sky in colors that made them feel powerful. She knew them. She had observed them long enough to predict their moves the way one predicts the mistakes that keep compounding into consequences more serious than the ones before.

She raised a hand.

One finger.

Nothing else.

There was no visible preparation. No accumulation of energy that could be seen, no transformation of the air around her, no sound. Anyone watching at that mont would have seen only a woman pointing one finger toward the horizon with the expression of soone indicating sothing mildly interesting on a map.

But around that finger, invisible, silent, particles of sothing that was not exactly energy and not exactly matter were accumulating with the precision of a calibrated instrunt. Unhurried. Soundless. With the certainty of sothing that already knows where it needs to go and has no reason to rush.

Ti seed to stop for an instant.

And then a thin beam left her finger.

It was not sothing one could watch move. It existed at one point, and then it existed at another, and between the two there was no asurable interval, only the thin, absolute line it had left in the air, like a seam the world would take so ti to close. It was already gone before the eye could register it, before the mind could form the concept of having seen it.

In the surrounding area, every creature below A-rank collapsed onto their paws or their knees, eardrums burst by the shockwave of energy the beam had left in its passage. The forest at the foot of the mountains erupted into chaos, trees bending, birds dropping, the ground itself vibrating in response to sothing that had passed through it without so much as acknowledging its existence.

The beam covered the distance between the mountain range and what remained of BranLeaf in a matter of seconds.

Reaching the colossal hand and striking it dead center.

The five surviving sovereigns, and the woman of flas, barely recovered by one of them, had already put dozens of miles between themselves and the impact point by the ti the beam reached its target.

They felt it before they saw it.

A devastating roar that erupted from the point of impact and expanded in every direction like a wave that had no intention of stopping, and when it reached the six Paragons even at that distance, even with their capabilities, it struck them physically, bursting sothing in the inner layers of their hearing that no being below their condition would have survived.

Then the sky went white.

An instant of total, absolute white that erased every shadow, every color, every detail of the surrounding world as though soone had pressed a reset key on visible reality.

Then the darkness returned.

And when their vision reassembled, slowly, in layers, like eyes readjusting after staring directly at the sun, what remained was a crater.

Deep. Vast. Its edges still incandescent, the air above it trembling from the residual heat like a desert mirage. Where only seconds before there had been the rubble of the great Stump, the remains of BranLeaf, the fragnts of what had been one of the most important centers in the kingdom, now there was only fused rock and silence.

The Rift in the sky was gone.

Closed. As though it had never existed, as though everything that had erged from it and everything that had tried to pass through it had simply been erased.

The King of Solren stared at the crater without speaking.

He was searching for the right words and couldn’t find them. Not because he didn’t know what to say, but because anything he might have ford would have been inadequate in the face of what he had just witnessed. A single strike. And the problem that six assembled Paragons had struggled to contain had been resolved as though it had never been a real problem at all.

"The Calamity Dragon," murmured one of the others at last, their voice low, as though speaking of it too loudly might sohow draw its attention. "It was her. I’m certain of it."

No one contradicted them. They had all already known, had known it the mont the beam appeared.

The Calamity Dragon. That legendary being that had vanished long ago, that had reappeared recently and sent every kingdom into turmoil before disappearing again just as suddenly, leaving no trace behind.

She had returned.

And with her return, the fear she had once cast over human territory returned as well.